(Depression, denial, reflection).
I am struck that every moment I spend with her can spontaneously be the last,
that this may be her last laugh,
her last sunset smile,
before I am left without her marigold soul.
Dusk and dawn are warring with each other, each to consume the time I'm clinging to,
because soon I will be older,
and she will be older too.
How am I to cope with that?
Maternity...
